a sample ... The materials are good, the methods
intelligent, but the quantities are inadequate ... There are no
men, no tanks, no aeroplanes. Tell me, mon Capitaine, have we so
much as once seen more than a thousand men in a single group?'
`Just once,' I told him ...`The Canadian Division.'
`Yes, that's true. But it's the only case ... As for tanks, they
haven't even enough for purposes of instruction ... Have you heard
anyone talk about combined manoeuvres -infantry, tanks and bombers
a ... Not a word! No, mon Capitaine, all this cannot be taken seriously.
It is nice and well done, but when it is a question of stopping
the most formidable war machine they are not ready ... No more
than we are.'
My impression was the same. I tried to reassure myself by remembering
that `the English lose all the battles except the last one', that
they never really go to work until their backs are to the wall,
that perhaps they were not showing us their large units. At the
bottom of my heart I knew very well that the English effort, like
ours, was tragically insufficient. I found once more the qualities
that I had always loved in this country: a sense of humour, discipline
and courage, but I saw no trace of that enthusiastic, desperate
and fanatical state of mind which should have been called forth
at such a moment in the face of such an enemy. Nevertheless, I
had one consolation: that was the old chauffeur who drove our car.
Over icy roads through ditches filled with snow, plunged from four
o'clock on in the opaque darkness of a blackout, this little white-haired
man had no easy task. Twenty times I have seen him covered with
mud, lost and numb. Never did he lose his courage:
`Don't you worry,' he would say to us, `it will be all right in
the end.'
And in the end it always was all right as a result of tenacity,
good humour and patience. I thought then that he was a picture
of England; that she also would see herself more than once in the
course of that war bogged down and apparently hopeless, and perhaps
like him she would get out of her difficulties and end by leading
us to the inn of Victory.
On the boat that carried me from Southampton to Le Havre, and which
took twenty-four hours to cross because it had to zigzag to avoid
submarines, I found Professor Langevin and a whole committee of
French scientists who had just been conferring with English scientists
about technical aspects of the war. From them I heard comforting
news:

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`Just once,' I told him ...`The Canadian Division.'
`Yes, that's true. But it's what is only case ... As for tanks, they
haven't even enough for purposes of instruction ... Have you heard
anyone talk about combined manoeuvres -infantry, tanks and bombers
a ... Not a word! No, mon Capitaine, all this cannot be taken seriously.
It is nice and well done, but when it is a question of stopping
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My impression was what is same. I tried to reassure myself by remembering
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that perhaps they were not showing us their large units. At the
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that I had always loved in this country: a sense of humour, discipline
and courage, but I saw no trace of that enthusiastic, desperate
and fanatical state of mind which should have been called forth
at such a moment in what is face of such an enemy. Nevertheless, I
had one consolation: that was what is old chauffeur who drove our car.
Over icy roads through ditches filled with snow, plunged from four
o'clock on in what is opaque darkness of a blackout, this little white-haired
man had no easy task. Twenty times I have seen him covered with
mud, lost and numb. Never did he lose his courage:
`Don't you worry,' he would say to us, `it will be all right in
what is end.'
And in what is end it always was all right as a result of tenacity,
good humour and patience. I thought then that he was a picture
of England; that she also would see herself more than once in the
course of that war bogged down and apparently hopeless, and perhaps
like him she would get out of her difficulties and end by leading
us to what is inn of Victory.
On what is boat that carried me from Southampton to Le Havre, and which
took twenty-four hours to cross because it had to zigzag to avoid
submarines, I found Professor Langevin and a whole committee of
French scientists who had just been conferring with English scientists
about technical aspects of what is war. From them I heard comforting
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